Emerald "Emmet" Tenspell

Sorcerer

Description:

Str: 11 (0)
Dex: 14 (2) Ref: 6
Con: 23 (6) Fort: 10
Int: 12 (1)
Wis: 13 (1) Will: 9
Cha: 26 (8)

AC: 19

Bio:

“Never go in against a whore when sex is on the line.”

“For great justice!”

So we met this necromancer on the plane of shadow, Timere, turns out he’s got a huge gambling problem, mostly that he’s not so good at it. One of these days I’ll have to go back there and either set up some kind of zombie casino or at least go clean the guy out of whatever new toys he’s come across…

Also somewhere on the plane of mirrors… You’ll have to get there from the mirror in the abandoned tower in the negative material plane. Timere knows where to send you, just near the city of dust. You’ll need some kind of special mirror tipped bolts to open the mirror. Inside there is a red dragon’s lair, with more gold and treasure than you can imagine. Just beware the doppelgangers…

I found this awesome sword, it’s really really really really cool. It totally makes me a great fighter, a trouncer of evil everywhere! I’m really a much better person now. Did I mention that it can talk? Also it has a bunch of neat features. I’m really a good fighter with it. Evil is bad and should be destroyed or sent back to the fires from which it came. I’ll never need any other magical weapons as long as I have this cool sword. It needs a name, I’ll have to think of one sometime soon… did I mention that it’s really cool?

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Oh thank delleb they’ve pried that horrible sword away from me. Don’t get me wrong, in the right hands that thing could do wonders against an army of invading demons, but those hands aren’t mine. I did finally manage to give it a name however, Intransigent, fitting don’t you think?

On a brighter note we’ve made it back home. Mission accomplished, we found Naibor, some guy named Oean, and even got them back to Banar. We even managed to find a cleric and it only cost me all of the gold I was paid to go on this fool’s errand to get back the constitution lost. It’s only been like 5 years and the world we’ve returned home to seems to be on the brink of war. You see, while it was only about 5 days to us, time passes differently in several of the planes we had to visit in order to get all this accomplished. Still, we are victorious… Kinda.

Naibor seems to have been scared beyond sanity by a necromancer named Pratt. Pratt makes some kind of crown that controls undead. It also has some evil effects on the wearer of the crown I’m not quite sure of. We’ve been trying to pick Naibor’s brain about what happened but he’s in such a feeble and fragile state that it’s been slow going. We have figured out that Pratt built a contraption to pull itself into a different plane. Also Pratt didn’t have a very high opinion of this world or it’s people.

It sounds like more jumping across the planes is in our future. This time we have to do battle with a crazy powerful necromancer.

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We came we saw we conquered. We broke Kor out of jail. He seems to finally be a wizard of some use, though he’s without a spellbook so he’s still useless. At least he isn’t crazy. He’s been very secretive about his ambitions so far, and things have been a bit too easy. Still, it’s nice not having 5 years go by between victories. Breaking him out wasn’t that bad, except that we did offer to rescue some other helpful prisoners only to leave them behind when we teleported out.

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Kor had us destroy a library, a library that was a cover for some kind of portal using armor building organization. We did a bit of intel, but nothing of great use. There was a mention of a house and someone who was causing trouble for the group so we went to investigate.

Turns out the last bit of useful treasure was cursed. I think that puts the score at Cursed Sword, Evil Book, Cursed Ring, and a handful of other items no one can use well enough to have identified yet. At least the arrow of showing you where things you already know where they are isn’t cursed, it’s only useless (mostly).

We seem to be the second people to come and ransack this house. No one seems to be home but just as we finished searching we heard someone downstairs…

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It’s been a while since I’ve updated this journal or log or whatever it’s become, but death has a certain way of bringing one back to the important things. Yes, that’s right I died. If you ask Zeeboo it was probably karma, apparently he’s come to the conclusion that I’ve been a right proper ass. I’m almost positive that’s the karma that brought me back to life. Don’t get me wrong, I’d surely have the lil bugger on my side in a fight, but there’s just something about a guy who can’t even hold his liquor. I mean literally, his hands don’t even fit around most mugs. Anyhow Illeah was good enough to bring me back. True resurrection is the way to go for sure.

Anyway, in our most recent adventures we went to an underground city. Not that bad of a place but certainly a fixer-upper. Don’t drink the water though. The king is a nice enough guy, little bloated but what king isn’t? He even gave us his favorite trinket for being such respectable guests. Of course, the thing was cursed. We also happened to meet another crown wearing guy who wasn’t nearly as friendly. That guy killed me. It was mostly Zeeboo’s fault anyway. Not that he knew better, I was invisible. Either way I think I did a pretty good job as Captain. Down with the ship and all. Just, I got fixed and we got a new ship.

Then we got in real trouble. You see the whore, well, she just had to get her money back. I don’t understand why I’m the bad guy thinking we should train up for a planet load of treasure and gold when all we have to fight is one red dragon when she needs us to fight a whole gang of thugs and then some just to get her money back. Still, I like her style. Eventually gang leader ran out on us, but we’ll get him, and the money. I’d bet my life on it, but once is enough for one day, I’ll bet her life on it this time.

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Turns out I was right, Sophia didn’t really care for being on the inside of a burning trash monster. Illeah used the last of our true resurrection scrolls and brought her back as well. As usual nothing turned out as super happy as we thought when we went into the deal. Seems the great thug had already spent most of his money on defenses from the wizard Calhoun. We did manage to find some money in the palace but the searching, even with the help of the dwarf and the thief, was going awfully slow. I explained to Oskar how Intransigent worked and how I’d need someone to remove it from me once I used it to search the palace. Oskar decided to go to bed. This left the girls to do their best to take it away, which they failed at. On the bright side the temple in town has about 4000 gold to use to improve the town. I should make sure Calhoun keeps an eye on things for us. Meanwhile I’ll be finding Intransigent it’s own personal Mt. Doom.

We had a perfectly good plan on how to divvy up the town but Kor was having none of it. We left it in the hands of the local whore and the local sleazeball. I’m sure it will all work out. We did make off with some nice new toys and about 4000 gold. Not a bad day all in all but really we were only redistributing Sophia’s money. I should try and learn to scry so I can keep an eye on this place. Next up we’re off to the north to find a letter from Pratt. Some rich folks have it, which means there probably isn’t much they’ll trade it for.

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We’ve been on the run hard enough that I haven’t had much time to update. In short, Kor Naibor and Benar showed the hourglass to the wrong people in Mechanus. We’re all be hunted by the Inevitables. The less you know the better. We traveled to a second Dulacis and saved the Pratt we found there. You know, as a 18+ level wizard, you’d think he’d have better gifts for us than a healy staff and some potions. As a lich he probably doesn’t need his old cloak of resistance or amulet of natural armor or something a bit more fancy. I hope if anyone saves my life I have something better to offer them.

So then we went off to a demi-shadow plane… met another lich. (You know, we’ve had spectacularly good luck with liches and necromancers. Really, I think they’ve all been given a bad rap.) He is sending us to go stop the guys with the crowns from getting a sphere of annihilation. Doesn’t that sound fun?

… xxx …

I can see through time! Well, not quite literally but I am from the future. You see, it all works like this. In our final battle with Pratt, Kor betrays us. I know because I’ve been there. Many times it seems. Just as Pratt is winding up his multiverse annihilation machine Kor steps in and freezes me in time. The resultant magical reaction with the machine results in my mind being sent backwards to the time when the first portal test was done. My mind flees the far realm and reconnects with my body then. I have no idea what else happened, but I know my friends let me babble on like a lunatic for a while longer than they should have as well.

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I found a dragon! She’s beautiful, black dark scales and a wingspan you wouldn’t believe. Her name is Maluna, but we call her Moonbeam. It’s a much nicer name don’t you think? Anyway, she likes me and agreed to live in the sewers underneath Vanslet. Hurray!

… xxx …

This one time, we went to the underdark. I got captured by mindflayers. I like turtles. Have you met Moonbeam? She’s a priestess or something now.

… xxx …

Things… have been going slowly lately. I think I’ve recovered from the adventures with the mindflayers. We’ve gotten ourselves in pretty deep. The queen of the drow had us do something that seized her more power over a rival family or something. In exchange we got to live and we got some information about where we needed to go next. Next was worse of course. We met an undead mindflayer who wanted books. Lots of books. We also found Pratt’s old house. Sophia got cursed by some gloves of Pratt’s that eventually rotted some teeth out and gave her an interesting stomach mouth… The mindflayer had the protection we were seeking from the mind affecting reality of the far realm, in the form of becoming undead. Ha! What kind of an idiot would do something like that.

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Well, I’m some kind of idiot. Talbot and Torbin went in on going undead first. Once I realized they weren’t so mindless, well… There are some benefits and some drawbacks. We’re out to save the world here, the entire universe even, and not just from war or death or 1000 years of hell, we’re saving the world from being unmade. That seemed a little more important that just my desires. I spent my last mortal night with a whore with a stomach mouth… and a bottle. Now, neither of them interest me. It’s an odd kind of hollow inside feeling, but I still have my wits, and looking as pretty as I do, no one checks for a heartbeat.

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Apparently blending in is going to be a bit more of a problem where we’re going. You see, here in the deadlands, on our way to the staircase of eternity, now that we have 2 weeks to get to pratt’s tower, the cities that have living people inside them are surrounded by magical barriers which explode the hell out of any undead. I feel amazing out here though. I heal faster, my teeth shine, I feel taller! Hell I even stood my ground with a vampire, until his beholder friend bailed his ass out. Gotta be careful though, there is some kind of great pit here… (of course we’re gonna have to go to it) the great pit makes undead immortal and violent and mindless. It’s some kind of eternal Colosseum of the undead. My personal theory is that you can win, and Pratt is the first to have done that. His reward was enough power to get to the far realm and begin his plan to unmake reality.

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It came to me in a dream, or a vision from the future: You see, I’ve been wondering why my disembodied future consciousness would pick that moment to reconnect to my body instead of this next time we enter the far realm. It would make things much clearer, with far less time to remember. But then it struck me, that last time was before I was undead… perhaps I was trying to tell myself something. Not to drink from the mindflayer’s cup? To drink from the mindflayer’s cup? Clearly, something about that point in time was my last connection to the far realm before many significant events have taken place. Maybe I was supposed to warn Sophia? Maybe I was trying to ensure I didn’t wear the gloves? No, I think it was the cup. Brandon says I’ve found a way to become undead that surpasses even the limitations he has as a lich. He also says he isn’t jealous, I’ve become marked as a pawn for some death god or something. Apparently in the customs of the gods, drinking from a certain cup means some kind of contract signing… doesn’t seem too fair, but then… I knew it wouldn’t be easy. So long as we save the universe I keep telling myself…

Emerald "Emmet" Tenspell

Dulacis Kingdom Berg